How Boys Love

When I became a mom, I learned a new kind of love.  An all consuming, can't breath kind of love.  Being a mom is the most incredible and important job I've ever known.

But I've also learned another kind of love.  Watching my boys love each other has been the most rewarding thing.  I always knew Kingston and Kyrie would have an incredible bond.  They are twins.  They shared a womb.  They are the only person on the planet who has known the other for their whole life.  They've known each other longer than they've known me and longer than I've known them.  They've traveled the world together and always had one another.  So I knew they'd have a love like no other.

But what has surprised me more than anything is the love Kingston and Kyrie have for Ezra, and how he loves them back.  I'm not sure why this surprises me so much.  I knew they would love each other, but I sort of thought that was something that would happen as they grew older.  I thought that while Ez was little he would probably be more bothersome than anything for the older boys.  Take their toys.  Demand I hold him when they want to play with me.  Pull their hair.  Get jealous when they snuggle with me.

And he does all these things.  Oh, Lordy, does he do all these things and more.

But they adore him.  ADORE.  HIM.  Before bed and naps, it's hugs and kisses all around.  "Ezzie? Want to hold my hand so you don't get hurt?"  "Mom? Can I give Ez my crackers?" "Ez, want a kiss?"  They ask to rock him - which they're way to small and he's way too big for.  They give him their little stuffed animals.  They tell me the second he's into something he shouldn't have.  They include him in ALL their crazy playing.  And he follows them EVERYWHERE.  If they laugh, he laughs.  Even if he doesn't know why.  If they run, he runs.  When they're gone, he asks me about them nonstop.

Kingston calls him "cutie" all the live long day.  "Come here, Cutie!"  "Hi, Cutie!"  "Cutie, Cutie, want to play legos?"  It's so sweet and adorable.

Truly, I hoped my boys would all be best friends one day.  I thought about how I would foster their friendship as they grow.  But they beat me to it.  They love each other so much.  They're brothers.  They're playmates.  They're friends.  Best friends.

I couldn't be more proud.  And I can only hope this bond continues with baby number four.